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Tap, tap, tapTap tap tap. The sound of the keyboard as I type away. Type what exactly? I have no clue. I'll continue anyway.
Continue to speak freely, or should I say type? Are these my thoughts? Or just random words that appear? That flow together?
But that'd make those words a part of a thought, wouldn't it? Separated, cut-off. Barely making sense all together. What's the meaning?
So many questions. Left unanswered. No need to be answered. And yet curiosity decides to always appear and make the mind wonder. Make the mind wander.
Imaginary. Images. It's like another world, constructed within such a small space. Capturing every detail of something seemingly so real and yet has the ability to fade without a second thought.
Thoughts are interesting to type. Words that appear and link together. Just continuing to type. To see where this leads to. Another meaningless blurb, a senseless note, undeserving of your eyes. Tap tap tap.
QuietQuiet, silent, just staring off in space,
Imagining that cute smile on your face.
Dreaming of the day when you're mine.
I know asking this is kind of out of line.
So I'll just stay here in the background,
Keep a secret of the love that I've found.
Too scared of what you might think or see,
About the way I feel, when I show all of me.
But it hurts so much, watching from far.
Pain you can't see, but still leaves a scar.
No matter where I am, you're always there,
And somedays, I wish you would care.
Until then, I'll remain quiet, silent, still,
Wait until you allow my heart to be filled.
When this love I feel is returned and true,
By none other, but the one I love. You.
Painful FarewellIf I could share my thoughts
I could only cry and sob
For they hurt and cause harm
To myself, and you, my love
Confusion is a great enemy
Doubt creates chaos, rush
Where do I start, not sure
But I know I have to say
Pain is what I feel, inside
Just can't handle this
So much to control and hold
Been quiet for way too long
Maybe this isn't right
Not anymore at least
We've tried, but it's gone
A painful farewell now
That's all we have.
NevermindI should be happy and yet I'm not.
There I was, so vulnerable, allowing you to be so close.
Then all was made clear and I got hit.
Hit really hard.
I should be smiling and yet I'm not.
Instead I want to scream.
Scream with anger, pain, hurt, annoyance, madness.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I should be sleeping and yet I'm not.
Here I am, just waiting.
Waiting for something so stupid, yet I still wait.
Why is this so hard?
I should be over this and yet I'm not.
Over the smiles, the conversations.
I've been told to get away and so I play with fire.
I hold onto what I have, and I got burnt.
I should be happy and yet I'm not.
My ChaseWe were running to a place we did not know. There we were, just us two. So many obstacles appeared. In front, behind, left, right, and in between. But we kept going...fighting on...running past...until.
Until we realized we are not alone. Around us there are eyes, watching so carefully. Slowly we moved away, farther and farther away. I can no longer feel your presence by my side. I get scared.
Scared of this feeling of loneliness and gloom. I get this urge to run away, to continue running. It is just another obstacle, and yet why are we still stuck? So I look up, ready to run, away from them, away from you.
You...you already ran. I did not realize, but you left before I had the chance to say goodbye. I was alone for such a long time and it hit me. This sudden abandonment made me yearn, long. Long to be by someone's side. And so I continue to run.
Run...away? That is what I thought. Until I saw what was beyond the horizon. There you were, running too. I was no longer running. I was chas
ImageryA room, a white room, empty yet loud
In a corner, sitting, staring, no sound
So contradicting, slowly becoming insane
Confused brain, nothing can explain
Stand up, angry, attack the white wall
Punch, kick, scream, but after, fall
Breathless, try again, this time cause harm
Until the walls bleed, so red and so warm
What to do, sit or stand, smile or cry
However, everything is gone after a sigh
After a thought, daydream is lost
Imagination and words was all it cost
For Glory! For Love!Dakota opened her eyes and found herself in Melfara's office. The girl was passing out medicine and bandages so the students could heal themselves. Feeling better after her rest, the cat had enough energy to return to her normal form and began to bandage herself the best she could though it did not nothing for her pain. She knew she'd need serious help for her shoulder, side and leg or she wouldn't last a minute in another battle.
Melfara looked out a window as she spook, “Heroes are made by the path they choose not by the power they are graced with.”
"And I choose my path but if I keep walking it I'm going to get myself killed." Dakota looked over at Melfara.
“For what reason do you fight?” She didn't turn from the window.
“Revenge for my race.” Whitney said without hesitating.
Dakota laid her ears back, "For the school and revenge."
“Revenge...” Victory answered.
A few others also commented about revenge. With the lies and battles it wa
Pushing LimitsBefore the cat had time to react to the scene in front of her she was forced to lift her sword to block an attacking hell hound. Two others went to attack. Using her sword to throw the first one back, the girl's sword began to glow purple as she gathered her magic. She threw a ball of magic at the duo but they dodged and as one the three hounds attacked. Not able to block all at once, the cat was knocked to the ground, hissing in anger. The hell hounds breath was hot on her face as she fount them off. Getting bit and scratched, she knew she wouldn't last long like this. And not able to reach her sword the cat was doomed to be eaten alive by the dogs.
As Dakota transformed, one of the hounds dug it's claws into her shoulders. She growled in pain and tried to shake it off. With swipes of her paws, she was able to keep the other to away. The hound was not strong enough to hold on and began to slip down Dakota's side. Blood began to coat her fur in red as the cat clawed and bit at the dog,
Blood BathDakota found herself in the school. The place was devastated. The girl's ear flatted seeing what had happened to her home while she had been captured. Tears stung her eyes and she found it suddenly hard to breathe. Something moved and Dakota was ready to attack, to defend what was left of her home but she froze when she realized it was Whitney. The cat panted as she tried to get her breath back. A few other students joined the duo as well as Professor Damien. He looked enrage at what has happened to the school which surprisingly made the cat feel better since she knew others felt the same way about the school as she did.
“We need to clear out these monsters and save the school. If you are with me then lets give them hell.” Damien gave a grim smirk.
“My pleasure.” Dakota answered.
Whitney answered by pulling out her own sword. The squad divided up and to Dakota's displeasure she was paired with Whitney. She never had anything against the girl but the cat could ne
Stalkin' Your Pack* Esaki: Lick, lick, lick. The young dogs legs were splayed out behind him, laying on his belly as he groomed a patch of off-white fur. Lick after lick, he'd aim to keep that coat of his as clean as possible. It was hard being a mostly white dog in such a dirty place. A snort and his tongue would shift a few inches over to awkwardly lick on his shoulder. Though he seemed busy....or content grooming himself even...his eyes would open to slits as his ears swiveled to and fro. He was listening...watching...keeping alert. Cautious? Perhaps. Smart? Undoubtedly. Curling up he'd lay on his side and lick at his left rear foot before picking his head up and pacing on the steps of an abandoned building. He was...aching for something to do by now. Geesh.
* dragonmissy: Claudia's face was starting to scab up from the bite she had recieve on the side of her face. She got it as clean as she could thanks to water and Harley's licks. She would shake her head as the flys noticed
This Means WarFor the next several visits, Dakota talked excited to Andrew about parent night. The dragon made her feel better about her own parents not showing up and once her happiness returned she had not stopped going on about the different races she had learned about and how much of a good time she had. Andrew was happy to see her so happy as they drank milkshakes as they always did when they met up. Even though they could not see each other as often as they wished, the couple's relationship was growing. They were always holding hands, giving gifts, and even going for dates. It was the happiest the cat had ever been in her life. Nothing could ruin her good mood or so it seemed till the world fell to pieces around her.
Dakota was on her way to class when strange energy filled the air. Fearful, the cat walked outside to find out what was going on. Other students joined the girl's side. All wore the same confused or fearful looks as the girl. Suddenly from the tree line, monsters of different kind
Wierd Dreams 2Yes, everyone. Another dream!
Wow. 3 Literatures in a row? I need to make an image now... XD
Anyways, this time it involves Taiream in a small way! :3 Here's how it went:
Cream refixes a wall that had a hole along with the help of Tails's helping robots.
Shadow comes in and then he attacks Cream
Cream asks why is he attacking her.
Shadow thinks that she's Maria and wants her to turn back to normal, I believe. I'm not sure. I need SOMETHING for him to make sense to attack Cream.
Amy (With Cream mouthing her words): "He's tough. But I'll try to stand a chance." "Alright. Time to step it up a notch!"
Amy turns visble along with Shadow's surprise, then the helper robots give Amy metal strips, go around her, which then turns into a mech. She attacks Shadow, which damages him.
Tails then appears (probably to protect and watch on Cream.) out of nowhere and he and Cream use remote controls to summon... ... Robotic Beehive Drones. (#PraiseSSB4) They punch Shadow and has a "stinging" consequence
Saving you from your floodIt was night... 9 pm.
Most of the Tamers in the hotel-like building had fallen asleep in their respectively rooms. However, there are some who haven't slept. Among these who haven't closed their eyes is a blonde, who resides in Room 201, Floor 2. His name is Noel.
Gazing at the moon from his balcony, Noel Williams pondered while in thought. A memory flashed in his mind- no, it is playing in his mind. It was midday that time. Noel & some other Tamers & their Digimons are getting along with the new faces around. There was this particular young boy. He suddenly left. And Noel saw a deep shadow shading his face. A shade he knew too well... gloom, misery... a sea of depression...
Noel: Hukaro... huh?
When Vulupomon returned to their bedroom earlier today, all he was greeted by was a silent lump of blankets on their bed, which he would assume to be the only other person to occupy with him. Approaching the bedside
Discussions At Dinner* dragonmissy: Claudia be on top of a rubble pile chewing on some antlers she got nights before. Her leg out backwards just chillin as it had to heal from the gunshot wound through thte thigh. She tried to tide up as she didn't want to seem to be lazy with her bumbed leg.She right now was taking a break and working her jaws on the tastey treat she found in a swamp
* Rubbalite: Not too terribly far away from the plant, the silhouette of the blue scarred capo could be found sitting in a fairly clear spot, looking up at the night sky. Stargazing was one of those more quieter things Skelter will do in her free time. There was just something about nighttime she always found peaceful and even beautiful. What might catch others off even more off guard is the smoke that rolled from her maw. On a short patrol earlier that day, she had found a cigarette on the ground, a bit dirty but not even used. As she puffed away and stargazed, she could still feel the soreness of the wounds from t
Blood warrior - She is here!What is was supposed to be a day to celebrate, with the return of Princess Sally and Fiona to the mansion, will soon become a day of horror because Ixis Naugus had trapped both Mina and Nicole into a crystal ball; and now, that horrendous wizard is planning to use the ghostly maids in his scheme. “We don't want anything you might offer!” Mina confronted her captured
“But I am not offering just anything. I am offering the chance to return to life, to return to walk across the land in flesh and bone” Ixis Naugus spoke peacefully
“R-really?” Nicole couldn’t believe what she just heard; she was tempted by such miraculous offer
“Don't listen to him, Nicole! It's impossible to bring someone back life!”
“But it is. With my powers, I can make both of you live once again, for a price of course” Ixis Naugus continued to try to persuade them
“MINA!” Nicole cut off her girlfriend. “We need to
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IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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